Dreamt I was travelling around misty sunset mountains in a Spanish caravan. I know it was Spanish as this dream had a rare soundtrack: The DOORS. The caravan was red with yellow trim and had a round little window. There might've been a horse, maybe even Jim was there. Unfortunately, the dream was so soothing I can't remember much else besides the sounds of the birds, the road, and the rustle of the slender dark trees. It was very sensual and smelled fresh as early morning fog. If only all my dreams weren't half as nice.
